In a way it come's to stay;we call it Day begins at dawn we call it the Morn,until midnight's call;just another day in May unlike any other is its call forever,no louder sound from sleep is found;awoken too a World that'sRound,includes the many turn's and twist's some plan's are lost in thedistant mist;will it last forever who is that clever;we are alway's now intow somehow, good to know how our limit's go;in the space we get needour time then fret,or become a an ardent Soul's inlet,that may occur whenGOD'S GRACE WE GET;believe in nothing that's a stranger fraught withdanger,a lack of need what's better than GOD'S FAITH IN DEED,as a poor sinner am i allowed to plead,amen says pray sounds okay;GOD BLESS fornow anyway.Joe.